Transmission LXXVII: What’s up, dog? Here’s the last MBP track of 2016. New album “Space Is the Taste” will be availble as a CD or digital download on New Year’s Day! It was a great exercise in determination to do one track and video per week, as inspired by esteemed cohort Maurice Rickard (http://onezeromusic.com/), who’s been keeping this up for several years. The momentum felt great , and while there are definitely more updates in the works for 2017, my manager is encouraging me to slow my schedule down and take a bit of a hiatus to do things like, you know, get some sleep for a change.

Transmission LXXVI: Another long jam. It would have been a lot longer if Ableton hadn’t reached its file size limit. Well, its certainly been a productive year. decelate productions hopes that you’ve had the same, and wishes you the best in gearing up for a productive and fulfilling new year.

Transmission LXXVI: Another long jam. It would have been a lot longer if Ableton hadn’t reached its file size limit. Well, its certainly been a productive year. decelate productions hopes that you’ve had the same, and wishes you the best in gearing up for a productive and fulfilling new year.

Published on Dec 10, 2016
Transmission LXXIV: The guy that’s Advance Base said he was looking for spooky podcasts. I inferred that he meant a full-length show, so one was made for him, misappropriating one of his older tracks.

Music and video by My Boyfriend the Pilot. http://www.myboyfriendthepilot.com

Far from the ocean of carbon-copied electronic acts, near such creative islands as the Residents and Stereolab, My Boyfriend the Pilot is a creation of audio genius ripped from the heart and viciously fervent mind of its creator, Minmei Decelis. From the deepest, darkest corners of her psyche she bares all, in a melodically transcendental form. She has been described by critics as representing some of the most innovative sounds-styling towards electronica, rhythmic noise and dark ambient genres.

The music tends to crawl under your skin, shapes the most fantastic images, and stays challenging by means of an intelligent use of samples, rhythms and beats.

My Boyfriend the Pilot exercises a surreal science of structure that throbs and pulsates in an almost obsessive manner. The music is almost suggestive of a mechanical assembly line in its clockwork rhythm, pulsing ambient echoes of machine-milled passion, and sampling of the beating, tell-tale heart of the dark ambient underground.